One day, all the female colleagues in the company gathered together to gossip about which female star had the most beautiful legs.
Someone asked Guo Shuishui: "What do you think?"
Guo Shuishui thought for a while: "I think Mongolian roasted lamb legs are the most beautiful."
Everyone burst into laughter and continued to gossip about how handsome the man who presented the proposal in the conference room just now was, and how outstanding his temperament was. He would definitely be more popular than a certain celebrity when he debuted.
Someone else asked Guo Shuishui: "What do you think?"
Guo Shuishui smiled shyly: "I think he might want to chase me."
After a second of silence, the crowd burst into laughter louder than Mongolian roasted lamb legs.
Guo Shuishui looked confused. This sentence was not a joke.
Small Theater 2:
Guo Shuishui quarreled with her male god.
Guo Shuishui muttered dissatisfiedly: "If it weren't for your good looks, I would have ignored you long ago."
Li Shunan said with a cold face, "Say it again."
Guo Shuishui was stunned for a moment: "Once."
Li Shunan: "..."
Guo Shuishui felt aggrieved: "Is once enough? If not, just twice."
Li Shunan felt distressed and kissed her in a low voice: "Two times is not enough, at least three times."
Guo Shuishui: "..."
A cute girl who is a bit cowardly and a bit silly. She is tall, cold and arrogant.
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Copywriting of the next book "After Kissing the Domineering President":
As the president of Fu Heng Group, Fu Jingze has always been dignified and arrogant, and he is even more invincible in the business world. It is unimaginable that one day he will stumble on a woman.
That woman slept with him, and then told him that she was a novice writer on romance, and she only slept with him so that she could write good sex scenes, and had no other meaning.
Fu Jingze:? ? ?
Looking at the woman in front of him who was openly cheating, Fu Jingze was quiet for three seconds and said calmly: "Writing a sex scene, is one time enough?"
Then, Fu Jingze held the delicate girl in his arms who was too tired to speak, smiled with his thin lips, and asked in a lazy voice: "Not enough? Do it again, eh?"
Persistent little writer
Intention:
